The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... review the proposal internally and we agreed to meet again on Wednesday in their offices. That sounded to me like we would be closing for sure.

At the end of the meeting, Cynthia took me into her office and closed the door. "We got em! Congratulations Ms. Carmichael, you've got yourself $48 Billion to manage. I gotta tell you, I looked at your fund models and the parameters you used for investment ***********ion and I am truly impressed. I have analysts with twenty years on the job that don't have your instincts. I meant what I told them. You are the brightest and best I've ever seen. I'll want you to handle Wednesday's meeting, with my assistance preparing of course.

"I need to go talk to HR about your new title and salary. So, you can collect your thoughts on closing, and I will be back soon." I stood up as she walked toward the door. She stopped and looked back. "You nailed it, Leasie... Damn that dress looks good."

She spoke with someone outside and walked off. An office assistant, apparently. He stepped in and said, "Ms. Liebert asked me to have lunch brought in for you. Would you like Gruyère Cheese Soufflé, Cheddar and onion quiche, or..."

"Cheese Soufflé please," I smiled.

"Great thanks," he said with a bit of an eye roll.

I stepped toward him with my hand extended. "I'm Alecia, what's your name?"

"Stephon," he replied.

"What do you do here Stephon?"

"I am the General Manager of European Operations."

"Oh! it's a pleasure to meet you. ...

... Thanks for taking care of us so personally. I am honored." I said, giving him a piercing eye stare.

His grip softened and his smile widened, "My pleasure Mademoiselle." he said, walking out.

About an hour passed before Cynthia returned, and I had the makings of a good outline for the meeting Wednesday. When she walked in, she removed her jacket and took a seat across the desk from me.

"It's a bit warm in here don't you think?" she asked, pulling the U neck of her dress out from her chest.

"It is," I said, removing my jacket.

Just then, a young lady poked her head through the door and said, "Ms. Liebert, your lunches are in the conference room."

The meals were laid out on opposite sides of the conference table with wine already poured, it looked like a fine restaurant place setting. As we ate, she slid a packet of paper across the table to me.

"I wanted you to see the package I have prepared for your new role. Your title will be Director of Global Accounts. The base salary will be $685,000 dollars and based upon the projections for LVMH, if it all goes well you could hit bonuses and incentives of up $4.6 million in year one. In twelve months, you will be eligible for a Senior Director position and which brings a 20% increase. Does this sound acceptable Ms. Carmichael?"

My heart was beating a hundred beats a minute. I wanted to play it cool though, so I picked up the paper and pretended to study it. After a moment, I looked up and her whole face was lit up ...